Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2018 18:38:30 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 9 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 9

*** From Casey's point of view ***

When I woke up, it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. First I
realized I was in a hotel room, and then I heard breathing next to me that
quickly brought everything else back. Mr. Davis was still asleep. We were
under a single sheet. I took a peek underneath. We were both still naked
from the night before. I quietly slipped out of bed to take a piss, and
then climbed back in without waking him up.

Mr. Davis was on his side with his back facing me, and I crept really close
so that I could feel his warmth. Of course my dick was as hard as ever. I
got even closer and let my dick touch his perfect ass. I stayed like that
for a minute, and Mr. Davis just kept on sleeping. I pressed my groin up
against his butt, and my dick went between his cheeks, kinda like a hot dog
in its bun. It felt so good, and I heard Mr. Davis let out a soft moan in
his sleep. Part of me wanted to direct my dick at his hole and push in, but
I didn't know how he'd react to that, especially in his sleep. Instead, I
just kinda humped his backside, and nuzzled my face in the back of his
neck.

The knocking at the door made me practically jump three feet in the air off
the bed. I did jump back from Mr. Davis, and he woke up.

"Was that the door?" he murmured.

"Huh? I dunno." I pretended to just be waking up too. The clock said 6:49.

Mr. Davis got out of bed. I watched as he slipped on his boxers briefs and
walked over to the door. He looked through the peephole and then came back
over to the bed.

"It's Peter," he whispered to me. "You need to hide." Obviously I hadn't
told any of the other boys where my room was, and we were on a different
floor from everyone else, but Mr. Davis had told everyone his room number
in case of emergency.

"Bathroom?"

"No, I think you better get in the closet. Grab your clothes, and I'll get
your bag."

We quickly went about our tasks, and Peter knocked again. Mr. Davis called
through the door, "Hello? Who is it?"

Peter's voice came through the door. "It's Peter, Mr. Davis."

"Gimme one sec, Peter."

I got into the closet, where there was hardly enough room for me. Mr. Davis
handed me my bag and shut the closet door. Then I heard him unlock and open
the room door.

"Come in, Peter." I heard the door shut. "What's going on? Everything OK?"

"It's Wesley. He got sick. He's throwing up."

"Oh crap. Well, thanks for getting me. Let's go down to your room."

As I listened to the conversation from the closet, holding all my stuff in
my arms, I was starting to sweat and my heart was beating really, really
fast.

Then Peter's voice again. "Mr. Davis?"

"Yeah?"

"What's that sandal doing in your room? It looks like Casey's."

Oh fuck, I must have missed a sandal when I was grabbing all my shit! Oh my
god.

Mr. Davis tried to play it cool. "Oh I found that in the van last night and
didn't know whose it was. I was gonna ask you guys all today." The only
problem with his story was that Peter saw me wearing my sandals last
night. But he didn't press the issue further right then.

"Oh, OK," Peter answered in a voice that sounded unconvinced.

"Let's go." I heard the door open and close.

I waited a few minutes before coming out of the closet. I debated whether
to go back to bed or take a shower. It was only 7am, and we didn't need to
go to breakfast until around 9:00, so I elected bed. Thoughts swirled in my
head about Peter seeing my sandal. But I tried to stay calm. Just because I
had that type of sandal, didn't mean someone else couldn't have the same
kind. Eventually I dozed back to sleep.

*****

I woke up when Mr. Davis returned to the room. He told me that Wesley was
doing better and sleeping in his bed but that his parents were now on their
way and would be here in a few hours. He stripped down to his boxer briefs
and climbed back in bed with me. I was still nude. We just kinda looked in
each other's eyes for a minute without saying anything. I wanted to enjoy
this moment, and I didn't bring up the sandal.

Mr. Davis put his hand on my side and stroked my back. I loved the feel of
his manly hand on me, and it didn't take long for me to bone back up
again. His strokes got longer, and he moved the sheet out of the way. On
one end his hand reached my head with his fingers going through my hair,
and on the other end, his hand crept down to my butt. Over and over again,
he stroked from head to ass. Then he reached even lower to feel my leg. As
his fingers brushed over the little hair I had on my leg, I felt myself
getting even harder.

Then two hands were on my body. One was stroking my smooth chest, and the
other was rubbing between my legs toward my balls. He used just two fingers
to lightly brush my thigh. My dick was throbbing now. He brushed my balls
ever so slightly, and then teased me by running the two fingers around my
dick to my pubic hair. I realized that I was emitting some moans of
pleasure. I was pretty sure I was leaking precum, too.

My cock was so hard now that it literally hurt, and I wanted Mr. Davis to
touch it so badly. I couldn't take it anymore and reached down with the
intention to wrap my hand around my shaft. But Mr. Davis didn't let me, and
he moved my hand away.

"No, no, not allowed to do that."

"I need to jerk off, though."

"Shhh."

Then, without any warning, Mr. Davis pushed me onto my back, leaned down
and engulfed my dick with his mouth. Oh. My. Fucking. God. Immediately,
there were sensations that my body had never felt before in my 13 years. He
had all 5 inches in his mouth without any problem. After bobbing his head a
few times over the entire length, he then started running his tongue up the
shaft of my dick and around the head a few times. He was working on that
sensitive spot under the one side of the tip of my dick. It was driving me
insane. I think I was making all sorts of noises and grunting out various
obscenities.

Meanwhile, while Mr. Davis was working on my cock with his mouth, his hands
continued to roam my body, one on my chest and the other went to my
balls. He rolled them around in his hand for a bit while his middle finger
started to creep toward my asshole.

This was all crazy. My frickin' teacher was giving me a blow job! I
couldn't even think straight, and I certainly wasn't going to last long
before I shot my load. As I felt Mr. Davis' finger softly running over the
area where my hole was, I spread my legs to signal that he should
continue. And continue he did.

While he went back to taking my entire dick in his mouth, Mr. Davis slowly
poked the tip of his finger through the opening to my tight hole. Holy
shit. I immediately wanted him to go deeper and tried to push my ass toward
his finger. He got the idea, and pushed the rest of his finger inside my
body.

At this point, he was sucking on my dick while also jerking the base with
his left hand, and he started matching the rhythm with the finger that was
penetrating my virgin hole. Up and down, in and out. Mr. Davis was blowing
me and fucking me with his finger. Holy shit, this was awesome.

"Uhh, uhh, ughh, oh my god. I'm gonna...cum! Arghhh! Oooooh!
Fuuuuuuuuck!!!"

Mr. Davis rammed his finger hard into my ass and held it there. He left his
mouth on my cock as I started shooting cum. One, two, three shots. I could
tell that he was swallowing it. Four, five, six. I was basically screaming
my head off. My head and shoulders lifted off the bed. Seven, eight. I was
spent and collapsed back down on the bed. Mr. Davis continued to slurp on
my dick until I had to push him off. Having removed his finger from my ass,
he lay back on the bed. One hand slowly caressed my sweaty chest. I closed
my eyes and smiled.

I was taken by surprise when Mr. Davis gave me a peck on the lips. My eyes
shot open. I had never kissed anyone before, and suddenly I really wanted
to. I leaned over and returned his gesture with another peck. Then I
climbed onto him and put my lips to his again. This time I kept them
there. I could feel his mouth open slightly, and I did the same. His tongue
poked into my mouth, and before I knew it, we were kissing for real. I
loved the feeling. It was fun and erotic at the same time. I thought I
could do it all day.

As we made out, I felt his hard cock underneath me through his
underwear. He started kissing my neck. I lifted up my body and started to
pull down his boxer briefs. He helped get them all the way off. I kissed
down his chest, which was smooth and only slightly hairy. When I got near
his cock, I paused and looked at it. It seemed so big. I took it in my hand
and jerked it up and down a few times. Mr. Davis let out a moan.

I leaned down, and we started kissing again while I jacked his
cock. Mr. Davis was rubbing his hands all over my body again. I wasn't sure
if I had ever gone soft. Suddenly I got the urge to taste his
manhood. After climbing down between his legs, I opened my mouth as wide as
I could and directed his cock into my mouth. I was able to get the first
few inches in, but nowhere near the whole thing.

"Oh, fuck, Casey. That feels amazing."

Mr. Davis was making a lot of precum, and I was enjoying the taste as I
slurped and licked and sucked on his incredible cock. I felt his hand on
the back of my head pushing me down further. I wanted to take more of him
in my mouth, but I didn't think I could. I felt his dick hit the back of my
throat and I gagged. I tried to pull off, but his hand kept me where I was.

"Come on, Casey, I know you can take some more."

It was a little scary, but his encouragement made me want to please him. I
tried to angle my head differently and ignore the urge to gag. I was pretty
proud of myself for how much I had gotten in my mouth at that point.

All of a sudden, without any warning, I felt Mr. Davis' cock pulse in my
mouth and there was cum filling my throat. I could hardly even taste it
because it was mostly past my tongue.

After he was done shooting his load down my throat, he removed his dick
from my mouth, and I swallowed everything. I lay back down next to
him. Again, I thought to myself how crazy this all was. I had just taken my
teacher's load down my throat!

It was already 8:30, so we had to shower and get ready quickly in order to
get to the 9:00 meeting time at breakfast.

Before we left the room, Mr. Davis picked up my sandal and held it in the
hair. "So, I assume you heard Peter comment on this?"

"Yeah. I'm so sorry. What should we do?"

"Do you think what I told him will work?"

"I dunno, because he saw me wearing them at the pool and in the hotel room
when we were playing XBox. Should I say that I went out to the van to look
for something before going to bed?"

"Probably sounds too coincidental that we each went out there last
night. And the van would have been locked. What if you said that you have
two of the same pair, and your mom made you pack both because you are
always losing them?"

"I can try that. I'm really scared though. What if he figures something
out?"

"He has no reason to think we're lying or suspect anything. Don't worry,
bud. OK, I'm gonna go first to breakfast because I should really be on
time. You can follow in a minute or so. Put on your sneakers, and I'll
carry the sandal in question."

Mr. Davis squeezed my butt and kissed the top of my head before leaving the
room.

*****

Breakfast was great. There was a huge buffet, and we all stuffed our
faces. I sat away from Mr. Davis. He brought the sandal to breakfast, and I
claimed it. Peter was sitting next to me and asked me about it, bringing up
that I had been wearing them last night. I fed him the lie about having two
pairs, and I think he believed me. But I wasn't 100% sure. Wesley's parents
showed up, and Mr. Davis left to walk with them to Peter and Wesley's room,
so they could take Wesley home.

After breakfast, we had to get our science fair projects all set up in this
big room. Peter and I set our projects up next to each other, and we were
laughing and joking around a lot. I saw Mr. Davis looking at us from across
the room at one point. I smiled, and he smiled back.

We had about an hour to kill before we had to be back with our projects.

"Wanna go back to my room and play XBox?" Peter asked me.

"Yeah, totally. I just wanna run up to my room and use the bathroom, but
I'll meet you at your room."

On my way upstairs, I noticed a Kik message on my phone.

swimkid_16: So???

caseyboi13: Handjobs and blowjobs

swimkid_16: OMG, that's amazing. Was it great?

caseyboi13: Ya totally incredible I couldn't believe how good it felt

I arrived back at the room and went into the bathroom.

swimkid_16: Are u gonna do more

caseyboi13: Hope so. I want to definitely do more of the same

swimkid_16: What about fucking?

caseyboi13: I dunno that's still a really scary thought. He's so big. I'd
fuck him tho haha

I heard the room door open.

caseyboi13: Gtg ttyl

swimkid_16: Later

I left the bathroom and Mr. Davis was standing there looking at his phone.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey. Um, I'm gonna go hang out with Peter for a bit before we have to be
downstairs again."

"Cool. Oh, so, I have an idea I wanted to run by you."

"Yeah?"

"Wanna have some fun with Peter tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"You think he's sexy, right?"

"I guess so. What are you talking about?"

"I think we should have a threesome."

"How in the world would we make that happen?"

"I'm developing a plan. I'll tell you more later. But are you in?"

"Maybe, I need to think about it."

"OK, you go have fun. I'll see you later."

As I walked to Peter's room, I felt myself getting hard at the thought of
Mr. Davis, Peter, and me all together. I did find Peter really hot, even
though I preferred older guys. I wondered what the plan would be. I didn't
see how we could make it happen. Peter was probably straight.

*****

Playing XBox with Peter was a lot of fun. I didn't realize that having a
friend could be so great. I used to just like being alone, but this was
really cool.

At one point I accidentally killed Peter in the game we were playing, even
though we were on the same side, and he dropped his controller and
playfully pushed me down on the bed. I wrestled him back, but he was
stronger than I was, and he ended up sitting on top of me. I tried to get
up, but couldn't. Although that wasn't the worst thing in the world. I
kinda liked the feeling of him sitting on me. I hoped he couldn't feel me
getting hard. Finally, worried that he might, I started tickling his sides,
which did the trick, and he tumbled off of me. I continued to tickle
him. It was fun having the power over Peter, and his laugh was really
cute. Now I was on top of him. I could feel his dick through our shorts. He
was definitely hard! I stopped my torture of Peter, and we stood still for
a moment looking at each other in the eyes.

There was a knock at the door, and I got up off of Peter. It was the
twins. They were really hot, too. I was really horny. My dick was pressing
against my shorts in a really uncomfortable way, and when no one was
looking, I was able to adjust it to a better position. We all played some
more video games until it was time to go downstairs again.

On the walk downstairs, Peter and I caught eyes at one point, and he smiled
at me. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to get him to do something sexual. The
thought was really exciting me now, and I couldn't think of anything
else. I really needed to jerk off badly, but it was time for the
preliminary round of the science fair, where the judges came by to make
sure everything looked like it was set up properly. The main competition
didn't start until after lunch.

As soon as the judge finished at my table, I decided I had to go up to the
room and take care of my hard-on. I realized I forgot my keycard in the
room. I found Mr. Davis off to the side chatting with a teacher from
another school.

"Mr. Davis, excuse me, I need you for a second."

He stepped away from the other teacher. "What's up, Casey?"

I whispered urgently, "I need the key to the room."

"You sound like you are in a rush. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just need to take care of something right now." I glanced down
at my crotch and poked my hard dick.

"Ohhh. You want some help?"

"Um, sure." I smiled at him.

"Well, it seems silly to go all the way upstairs again. How about the
bathroom right outside the ballroom?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, go into the last stall, and I'll meet you there."

With my heart beating 20 times faster than normal, I left the room and went
in the bathroom. There was a kid at the urinal, and I walked past him to
the furthest stall. I went in and sat on the closed toilet. Fortunately
this was a really nice hotel, and the bathroom was super-clean. I heard the
boy leave the bathroom. Then I stood up and carefully slipped off my khaki
shorts over my shoes and hung them on the hook on the back of the door. I
sat back down, and put my hands down my boxers.

The bathroom door opened, and I heard someone walking toward my stall. I
recognized Mr. Davis' shoes, and let him enter the stall. There wasn't very
much room for two people. He told me to sit up on the tank behind the
toilet seat, and of course I did as I was told. Then he helped me slip off
my boxer briefs and hung them on the hook as well. It was a pretty hot
scene, me not wearing anything below the waist except for my socks and
sneakers.

Mr. Davis ran his hand up under my shirt, pressing hard against my chest
and playing with my hardening nipples. His hand came all the way up through
the neck of my shirt, and he placed his index finger on my lips. I opened
my mouth and let my tongue come in contact with his finger. He put it into
my mouth, and I sucked on it. Meanwhile, I was jerking myself
off. Mr. Davis then started nibbling on my ear, and running his other hand
through my hair. He removed his finger from my mouth and replaced it with
his own mouth. We kissed for a minute, tongues everywhere. I loved the
feeling of his manly body holding mine.

Then, getting himself out of the awkward standing position he was in,
Mr. Davis sat down backwards on the toilet seat, his head level with my
throbbing dick. When he swallowed my shaft, I gasped and almost shot my
load right away. Mr. Davis had his left hand up my shirt and his right hand
at the base of my dick, jerking me off while he sucked me. I was moaning,
and when the bathroom door opened, Mr. Davis quickly moved his left hand
out from my shirt and put it over my mouth to shut me up. But he kept
working on my cock, even though someone had come into the bathroom.

It was extra-hot doing this knowing someone else was in the bathroom, and I
felt myself getting really close. I couldn't help some of the sounds coming
out of my mouth, and apparently the other person in the bathroom heard.

"Everything OK in there?" he asked. It was a man with a deep voice.

Mr. Davis took his mouth off my dick. "Yup, all good. Thank you." He went
back to work.

About 10 seconds after the man left the bathroom, I couldn't hold back any
longer and started shooting my load down Mr. Davis' throat. It was about 5
good shots, and he sucked me dry. I could hardly keep my body upright, and
Mr. Davis helped me get down and put my clothes back on. He kissed me and
still had a bunch of my cum in his mouth, which he transferred into my
mouth. Some of it was dripping off my lip.

"You are so fucking sexy, Casey."

I licked my lips and smiled at him.


*End of Chapter 9*


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